Оригинальный текст песни Cursed Hands
Cursed Hands
Never been the one
To get it right straight at the first try
Tought myself resolve
How to grow and how to recover
Made me realized
No one cares about what you pray for
What a wonderful life
Burning out from nine to five
Push me down into the dirt again
I will greet the ground as a familiar friend
Watch me try once more though i am no stranger
To the numbing fear of failure
Strangled by the hands of God
Strangled by the hands of God
Cut them off
Spare me
With your delusion
Of equal opportunity
While you’re born
In a cradle made of
Gold
You don't know sacrifice
Never been
Dependent on the hands of faith
So low
The hope to find some peace of mind
Compromised
The will to find some joy in life
A smiling face is your disguise
Try to hide your selfish mind
You never fear the fall if you don't know the ground
You build your throne
On the back
Of thousand broken dreams
And pay nothing back
But false Hope
Oh
Push me down into the dirt again
I will greet the ground as a familiar friend
Push me down into the dirt again
I will greet the ground as a familiar friend
Watch me try once more though i am no stranger
To the numbing fear of failure